I too have a strong desire for quiet and solace. It led me to this place and kept me away from the more chaotic places in the world. I definitely didn’t want to make a habit of deprivation…

Quiet observations: in my photographic pursuits, this has been the greatest thing, and one reason why, as the years have rolled on, the cameras have gotten smaller.

In Asbury, I can’t say I’ve found “my” cafe, even though we’re not exactly lacking for them. I’ll know it when I find it, though.

And, moving here from the Big City has revealed how almost literally starved I was for quiet and solace. To turn Joni Mitchell’s famous lyric on its head, sometimes you don’t know what you’ve lost till you’ve stumbled across it. The human nervous system can endure a surprising amount of deprivation and abuse, but that doesn’t mean one should make a habit of it. 😉

It’s a lovely place. Kim and I always stay in Ogunquit at the Beachmere Inn.

Time flies. Hard to believe it’s been almost four years since you were here.

Doesn’t get much simpler.

I actually rode through Ogunquit in 2013 in my Vespa after meeting up with you and Paul that steaming July.

Fond, fond memories indeed.

We were last there in 2015.

Events like Piston and Pints definitely have a varied collection of machines and people. But for me, it’s neither relaxing or akin to the escape I find in a cafe. Just different experiences.

Watching people can definitely be entertaining.

I’ve taken a thermos of tea or cocoa along. It’s just not the same.

I hope the case you outline comes to pass for me. I’m looking forward to it.